Science Fiction Stories

Being a minor mage and a constable in one of the most difficult zones on the planet means I see a lot. There are no other mages with the constables so I get called for many cases. Sometimes to recreate a crime and others to help with surveillance. Just being a constable on the King's Walk is dangerous. Being a mage constable means everyone knows me and I am always a target for those that hunt us.

Jason started out as a farm boy and ends up owning a fleet of spaceships. This is his story.

High into air are the great New York buildings lifted by a ray whose source no telescope can find.

Charles Chase is the Chancellor of the Alliance. He is not a king, or a ruler, or a monarch of any kind. He is a leader. A leader of many worlds, many kings, many rulers, and many monarchies. Join The Chancellor as he finds wives, concubines, allies, and foes alike, treating each with the love, consideration, respect, or vitriol, they deserve. From his childhood friend to the daughter of the leader of a most hostile civilization, he meets the best of the best and the worst of the worst.

Ships switching from hyper to normal space had to do it in a micro-second--if the crews were to live. But it would take Brad suicidal minutes!

It's a funny thing, but most monsters seem to be of the opinion that it's men who are the monsters. You know, they have a point.

Benson did his best to keep his colony from going native, but what can you do when the Natives have a rare human intelligence and know all about the facts of life?

Love or hate computers, you'll love this story. This satirical tale of the humiliation of Little Electronic Technologies and the destruction of their computer software monopoly is told from a future viewpoint, as a college assignment. Some determined computer geeks take on the global might of LET, and win! They defeat LET by getting deep inside their own software!

He knew what she was thinking. Once in the very first weeks of the war, before everyone had been evacuated from the surface, they had seen a hospital train discharging the wounded, people who had been showered with sleet. He remembered the way they had looked, the expression on their faces, or as much of their faces as was left. It had not been a pleasant sight. There had been a lot of that at first, in the early days before the transfer to undersurface was complete.

A hayseed Martian among big-planet slickers. of course he would get into trouble. But that was nothing compared to the trouble he would be in if he did not get into trouble!